Like glass shattering in a clean break
This is the art of a mistake
And we were like kids with a shotgun
Blowing up words till there were none

And maybe i'm too young
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe we're too young
To be playing with this gun

I thought that i could destroy it
Aimed shot and fired
Missed the target
But you keep coming back
Hand me fractured words through the lens of time
And some things can't be burned
Even when they yearn to die

Maybe I'm too young
Maybe I'm too young
Maybe we're too young
Just playing with this gun
With this gun
Like glass